Originally by The Business

They're the sons and daughters of well bankers



Tom Robinson's army of trendy wankers



Flared blue jeans and anoracks



With yellow streaks all down their backs

Who act so tough when their on tv



But trendy wankers don't scare me

Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few



This is what we think of you



Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few



This is what we think of you



Suburban rebels playing at reds



You wouldn't be urban terrorists



You don't scare us with your badges and banners



You know fuck all about having manners

You're the middle class kiddies from public school



Who write the slogans on toilet walls



Like Tony clones in plastic masks



You wave a hammer sickle, never Union Jacks

Got lots of mouth when your in a crowd



But when your alone you don't speak loud

Oi! Oi! Oi! Chosen few



This is what we think of you



Oi! Oi! Oi! Chosen few



This is what we think of you



Suburban rebels playing at reds



You wouldn't be urban terrorists



You don't scare us with your badges and banners



You know fuck all about having manners